Wrong Turn

Maybe it was a mistake Not maybe There is no maybe It was a mistake A wrong turn A forced turn But my turn A turn I created That I didn’t accept That I took no responsibility for That I’ve been running from I’m running from my shadow And it will always find me It will always be a part of me So I have to face it Because it will destroy a beautiful day It will destroy a beautiful moment A beautiful life If I don’t look in the mirror Accept the error Accept the ramifications of the lies So that dirt can be brushed off Off of my shoulders Because that dirt used to be boulders Time eroded them But I’m still dirty I can feel the dirt And it is on me to brush it off So I can be clean Calm Happy to see my shadow Each and every day